Self-Portrait
I told you this so many times.
Before but I guess I haven’t told you enough.
Love is not me being who you want me to be.
Your definition of love is you wanting me to follow the same path as your,
me being in the system and doing things that gangsters do.
Can’t you see?
Do you listen?
I can’t see my life behind bars or on drug corners like you.
I wish you cared about my life.
I wish you cared about what matters to me.
But you don’t care.
So I can’t stress,
I just have to move on and do my best.
Either way Dad I will pull myself free from your mind, body, and soul.
It’s come to that point you can’t tell me who to be or how to live.
This is my self-portrait.
So I will be who I want to be.
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T J | Year Posted 2010
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